Mi amore Venice

Similarly to all our other trips outside Berlin, like to Istanbul, the trip to Venice was off to a great start...... On our way to the Berlin airport (by S Bahn at 8am, which was bad enough) the ticket inspectors decided to get on the train. Luckily mum being the good citizen that she is, had bought us both tickets, which i never buy when i go out because i figure they cant send a fine to Sydney, SUCKERS!!! So when the inspectors asked for our tickets mum gave me a sly look and felt really proud of herself that i was wrong in thinking that ticket inspectors would never get on the trains. HAHA turns out mum the derrick bought the wrong tickets so she got fine by them anyway!! Even worse the derrick spoke in German to them so she couldnt pulll the card that she was a foreigner and furthermore she gave them the correctr address in Sydney for them to bill her!! So then it was my turn to give mum the sly look and tell her that I still wont buy an S bahn ticket because apparently even if you do buy one you are going to get fined anyway.

Despite the dramas in getting fined on the way to Venice, Venice itself was amazing. It is very cliche and exactly how all the postcards and movies depict it. There are gondolas everywhere (which cost €60 for 30 minutes so we didnt bother) and the canals and narrow streets create a labyrinth for tourists and their trusty maps (maps were useless because you couldnt ever work out where in the scheme of things you were).

typically we started off our days in Italian style

Typically we started off our days in Italian style.... got a gelato for breakfast, then headed off to the local cafe for a hot chocolate. But this was no ordinary hot chocolate. This was an Italian hot chocolate which is basically like drinking chocolate custard because it is so thick and creamy. Then at night we would head off for dinner down a back alley or next to a canal for some true Italian pizza or pasta. Yet on our first night in our search for dinner, we obviously chose the wrong restaurant. We awere sitting down and had already ordered our food, when i noticed that this restaurant didnt actually have a kitchen. Funny that because restaurants normally have to cook things... turns out the idiot was conning stupid tourists like us into thinking this was gourmet Italian food when in actual fact he was using a microwave to heat up frozen meals. o as soon as i realised that this guy was trying to ruin my Italian food experience i was fuming because you know what i am like with food... So we got up and tried to leave but then he threatened to call the cops (ahm for what? not wanting to eat ur shitty food).  Mum decided that after all this drama (hardly drama) that she needed a drink. Turns out that a juice bar in Venice, similar to Boost juice, makes takeaway juices with Vodka!!! woo hoo!! So we cruised the canals of Venice with our handy takeaway vodka and strawberry daiquiris (we then made regular visits to this juice and vodka bar as well as other small Italian wine bars).

But the funniest thing i saw in my time in Venice was boy racer being a hoon. But beinga boy racer and a hoon in Venice means that you are not hooning in a hotted up car, rather a hotted up boat!!! This guy (probably about 20) was making alot of noise in his boat speeding up small canals and was reving the boat (as you do in a boy racer car). Like any boy racer scenario in Sydney, an old man then came out of his house and yelled at this boy racer in his boat!! Some things are just universal :)